KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
This was getting a bit too personal for him to be really comfortable. Thinking back on the many funerals, the hard work and sacrifices made to keep food on the table and a fire in the hearth, he wondered which part she would find entertaining.
"Not really one worth telling," he replied, brushing all the probing off as airily as he could manage. "I'd say that scar on your neck makes for a better tale. Why don't you amuse us both by recounting it?"
He didn't feel like talking about himself. Or telling her about all the things he could no longer do, the few enjoyments he was now barred from; flying, playing the lute, watching the light glitter on fresh snow a bright sunshine day.
It was only painful.
"Not really one worth telling," he replied, brushing all the probing off as airily as he could manage. "I'd say that scar on your neck makes for a better tale. Why don't you amuse us both by recounting it?"
He didn't feel like talking about himself. Or telling her about all the things he could no longer do, the few enjoyments he was now barred from; flying, playing the lute, watching the light glitter on fresh snow a bright sunshine day.
It was only painful.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
